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Xiao Dingtian will run to seven in half a month, feeling faintly that his lifespan is coming to an end.

He hesitated in the online shopping mall for a long time, and the humanized electronic shopping guide rolled his eyes impatiently. He still couldn't think of a birthday present for his grandson. He can't figure out what he likes, and he always hesitates—but this year is the most hesitant.

The ancestors of the Xiao family were Taoist priests who joined the world.

Later, due to the change of national conditions, he went back to seclusion, and the ancestors stayed in the secular world because they had families.Grandpa Xiao knows the age of destiny, and the sect divination calculates the catastrophe of heaven and earth, and the variables and the hope of revitalizing the sect should rest on Grandpa Xiao, so he went out of the mountain to invite him to be born.Zongmen gave him two days of family leave every month, and he left quickly.His four-year-old grandson had a very good relationship with him. He ran after him for several blocks, but refused to go back—and then something happened.

This has also become a knot in Grandpa Xiao's heart.

At first, he didn't dare to go home to visit, ashamed to face his grandson's family.Guilt bent his knees, dodged once, couldn't get harder the second time, dragged and dragged, missed the opportunity to make up, and had no face to show up in front of his grandson as a "grandfather".

After choosing the presents and filling in the grandson's address in the receiving column, Grandpa Xiao felt empty.

offline.

The glamorous online world disappeared before his eyes, leaving only a piece of faded darkness. He didn't take off the eyepiece in a hurry, and sat blankly for a while.

Grandpa Xiao lived a failure in his later years!Paralyzed grandson!The family who killed the son was hit hard, dragging down the couple's relationship.He is also ashamed of Zongmen!

The sect withered - in the early years, it was because of the annihilation of the heavens and the earth, and the aura was thin and unsustainable.Since the calamity of heaven and earth was calculated, the aura suddenly soared, and the effect was ten times and a hundred times better than before. Because of this, the disciples exploded and died one after another—Grandpa Xiao’s meridians are wider than ordinary people, but the so-called variables seem to be it's not true.He is only easier to digest than others, and now he is like a balloon blown to the extreme, and the number of years is approaching.But he has no teacher above, no apprentices below him, only a bachelor head and an immature Taoist boy left in the whole sect, he really failed the sect's high expectations!

Filled with remorse, a voice that seemed to come from afar resounded in my mind——

"You look gloomy, but do you have unfulfilled wishes?"

"If you give me your body, I will grant you three wishes."

Xiao Dingtian raised the corners of his lips in relief, it turned out that this is the variable, he can finally rest in peace!Inheriting Taoism, strengthening the sect, and healing his grandson's leg——Xiao Dingtian's last three wishes in life.

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The old man on the seat took off the eyepiece, raised a hand and stretched it out in front of his eyes.

The palm is slightly callused, rough to the touch like gravel, turned to the back, the skin is sagging with age spots, and on the folds of vicissitudes like ravines, the raised veins are like knotted roots of a tree, which almost break through the ground - it belongs to the old man's hand.No one noticed that there was a new person under this old skin.

Lu Hanshuang left the Internet cafe, looked at the sun again outside, rubbed his sore forehead, and sorted out the memories he had just received.

——In this world, there is also a little Taoism circulating.

Xiao Dingtian, the No.40 ninth head of Xianyin Sect.There is a seven-year-old Taoist boy in the gate, who comes from a village deeply protected by the sect. After several dynasties changed, he suffered heavy losses when the country was founded, and only this lineage left by the patriarch remains.There is an ancestral mountain in Zongmen. After the founding of the People’s Republic of China, the land ownership was re-approved for 200 years. It is located five kilometers east of Luping Town, Shishi City, Qingyun Province. Following the old man’s footsteps, he walked out of the Internet cafe for an hour.

It's the end of the year, and the air is cold and fresh. Take a breath and cool your lungs.

Lu Hanshuang came to a primitive ecological forest, withered and desolate, dense fog filled the air, and the bare branches were covered with frost. At a glance, there was no mountain, it was a deception.

"It's so cold to catch game." A patrolling forest ranger came out of the forest, and greeted Lu Hanshuang with a white breath, as if he knew Xiao Dingtian.

Lu Hanshuang nodded lightly, then looked away, and the forest ranger who was about to come over and tell him to pay attention to safety stopped awkwardly with his repulsive look. This old man's aura is a bit aggressive today.

When the forest ranger was far away, Lu Hanshuang walked around a tree in the direction of his left hand a few times according to a fixed footwork, without searching for memory, he broke this little trick.

The dense fog dissipated, and the towering green hills showed their original appearance. He climbed up the hill with his old arms and legs.According to the algorithm of Immortal Yinzong, Xiao Dingtian has reached the great consummation of the Qi refining period, and the spiritual energy he has absorbed has reached the limit of the inner mansion's capacity. One foot will step into the gate of immortality, and there is only one chance, and the foundation will step into the other. The capacity of the mansion is doubled again, and a new stage of practice is carried out.

However, countless mortals are stuck at the hurdle of epiphany.

Lu Hanshuang was born a fairy fetus in her previous life, and she was a Da Luo Jinxian cultivator when she was born. Her understanding and familiarity with the "Tao" had few emotional obstacles before her ascension.

As the surrounding spiritual energy became more and more abundant, the inner mansion's spiritual energy shook, and the realm began to loosen!It is a sign of advancement, Lu Hanshuang quickened his pace.

As soon as he reached the gate of Xianyin Sect, a crying boy rushed out and hugged his leg, and said aggrievedly, "Master! You clearly promised me to take me down the mountain next time, but you sneaked away again by yourself! I know! Your favorite is your grandson, are you planning to abandon me and go home to reunite with your grandson? Are you here to bid farewell to me? Or do you want to sell Lingxiao Mountain to earn some travel expenses before leaving?!"

Lu Hanshuang frowned.It's not that he understands other people's characters, and he doesn't care to understand Xiaodaotong's complicated psychology of being lonely, wronged, afraid and arrogant since he was a child growing up in the mountains and lacking playmates.

After patting the boy's head and exhorting a few words, he found a cave on the mountain to retreat.

Daotong came to check outside the cave every day.After waiting for the new year, the first month, the Spring Festival, and the end of February, dark clouds gather and thunder rolls over the cave that has been closed for a long time.

The head of the first sect and his uncle and uncle all died under the thunder calamity, and the Taoist boy was circling in front of the cave like a headless chicken in a hurry.

The thunder roared and crackled inside for three days, and the stones rustled down. When the thunder stopped, the stone door mechanism was finally opened.

Before retreating, an old man with white hair and chicken skin went in, and a young man with a peerless appearance came out, with gray hair, snowy skin, and a familiar bloated down jacket.

Daotong almost didn't dare to recognize it!

Foundation building is the starting point for mortals to pursue the Dao. They don’t need to eat five grains, eat wind and drink dew—because the human body has reached the best state of communicating with spiritual energy, and can maintain life activities only by absorbing spiritual energy.

Human appearance is closely related to physical health.Lu Hanshuang's soul is powerful, and he used the thunder to wash his body, change his tendons and cut his marrow, and reborn himself.The appearance is born from the heart, and the body moves with the soul. It is difficult to restore the original cultivation base, but it is not difficult to restore a thin skin.Therefore, the higher the cultivation level, the more perfect the body is tempered, and the better the appearance.Ordinary people like to describe people's extremely beautiful appearance with "shocked as a heavenly man" and "beautiful as a heavenly fairy".

"Master! Master!" Daotong didn't have time to think about it, "There was an earthquake in Linhu District of Guyue City yesterday!"

Linhu District of Gu Yue City is the area where Xiao Dingtian's grandson Xiao Yan lives. Lu Hanshuang immediately booked a flight ticket to Gu Yue City that night.

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Linhu District, the second day and night of the earthquake.

With a slap, the gravel rolled in, waking up Xiao Yan who was frowning even after he fell asleep.

The top covering his mouth and nose had been taken off at some point, the dust inhaled into his body made his throat itchy, his mouth was full of ashes, and he couldn't help coughing hoarsely—ridiculous!Even this "hoarse" catharsis is just a hoarse and weak air sound, similar to the rustling sound produced by a stack of rice paper being fanned and rubbed in the air.

He coughed out a mouthful of phlegm, and crawled in the twisted and deformed car of the elevator. The space was cramped and narrow, and the smoke and dust made his vision even more blurred and dim.

He groped around, passed a dead phone and watch, found a pen, stretched his arms with great effort—since his lower limbs could not move, his waist was pressed under the wheelchair, and there was very little room for him to use—he used the pen tip , Suddenly, suddenly, and tirelessly poked at the narrow gap in the car door, poking open the gravel that rolled down from time to time with the rescue activities above, and the thin oxygen circulated in again.

Tired of poking, he rested his arms for a while, and touched the dried blood on the clothes he used to cover his nose, which needed to be soaked again.He listened, the faint tick-tock had stopped.

He groped to the side.A cold, hard body, the muscles under the palms are still slightly spasm, but the pulse has stopped.Yesterday, the executive of a company who was half-stuck outside the elevator and was dying to joke was dead.He touched the man's wound that was no longer bleeding, and inserted his finger into the open flesh without giving up. The blood had indeed solidified and could no longer provide him with any help.

Xiao Yan was silent for a long time before he suppressed the emotion that rushed to his throat and made him want to cough.

The aching stomach reminded Xiao Yan that he needed to eat. His eyes slid over the blackened hand of the executive, and he took out the kraft paper containing the documents from the briefcase held by the man, crumpled it up and stuffed it into his mouth. I couldn't swallow it, so I could only chew it into pieces, and swallowed it raw with saliva, which made my throat sore.

After filling his stomach, he licked his dry and chapped lips, put his paper-wrapped hands under them, and waited for the urine to flow.

It still smells bad.He fed the wet paper ball to his mouth, clenched it tightly, squeezed out urine, resisted the desire to gag welling up in his throat, and drank it without changing his face, with a fierceness in his dark eyes.

After everything was busy, except for making some noises to guide people to find it from time to time, he lay quietly to save energy.

boil.

On the morning of the earthquake, he went downstairs to have breakfast. There was only one office worker in the elevator. When he was approaching the first floor, the elevator suddenly shook. When the elevator opened, the executives rushed out immediately!It's a pity that the sudden and sudden change in an instant did not leave any buffer and escape opportunities. Instead, Xiao Yan fell behind because of his inconvenient legs and narrow escaped.

The strong steel plate of the elevator car resisted the collapse of the building from the tall building, leaving room to breathe.

However, the [-]-story building with a height of more than [-] meters collapsed, and he was crushed at the bottom. I don't know how long it will take to be rescued?At this time, will anyone feel sad and nervous for him because of hearing the news?Would his parents have come all the way to see if he was alive or dead?Would anyone expect him to go out alive and be happy for him to be alive?

Presumably yes, no, no.

Probably because a weak body makes people vulnerable, Xiao Yan raised the corners of his lips coldly, chilled by the answer before him, his heart was not hard enough.

The author has something to say:

There are a lot of self-help news about eating paper and drinking urine on the Internet, and there are controversies (you can use Baidu if you are interested). I think it is a person's will to survive that really creates the miracle of survival.